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Tonight the moon will gnawaway at the stars, consuming themmuch as the beaver consumes treesto build a proper home.We will stare at the moon, marvelat its size, at its brightness,wonder why we never noticed itlike this before, realizeit is because we are so young,that our memory spans an infinitesimal bit of time.The moon will not notice any of this,content to traverse the heavensas she has done for what, to her,is an eon and a moment, timehaving no meaning to the eternal.